As a small child, I was quiet and thoughtful, impressionable. I remember seeing images of this woman on TV, and my parents laughing (at what I know recognize as her playfulness).
I thought she was wonderful, with her dresses and her voice. I loved all the fluff and the colour pink and the feathers, the girlishness, even if I didn’t understand why she was so funny.
It’s as an adult that I love Zsa Zsa more. How tough she must have been! And now I finally appreciate her humour – the knowingness, the winks, the wit.
How many husbands have I had? You mean apart from my own?
You never really know a man until you have divorced him.
Being jealous of a beautiful woman is not going to make you more beautiful.
I want a man who’s kind and understanding. Is that too much to ask of a millionaire?
Such fun, and for adults – these themes, of marriage and sex and gender – that is some grown-up fun right there.
I hope we all remember Zsa Zsa the next time we drink champagne.
